Tuesday, 24 December 2013

Christmas Eve - Went to visit Sharon/returned due to trains being cancelled!

24/12/13

2PM - I went down to West Norwood train station to fetch my mum a free copy of Metro newspaper; the only newspapers I found were those dated from yesterday: 23/12/13.

I also saw a notice board saying, due to recent bad weather, certain trains had been cancelled.

2:30 PM I left home to go and visit my cousin Sharon in Kingswood. Rode my bike down to the bottom of Leigham Court Road, to Streatham Hill train station; was told no trains going from there, today.

3:00 PM Rode my bike to Streatham train station; was told no train going to Kingswood.

3:30 PM Rode my bike to Streatham Common train station; saw it was possible to catch a train to Purley; then, from there change to Kingswood.

4:00 PM The train came; and, was going straight to Kingswood; but, unfortunately, was totally crammed full; so there was no possibility of my being able to fit in both me/and, my bike. Decided to change my bike up; when I'd finished chaining up my bike; the train left without me!

4:30 PM  The next train came along; only this time it wasn't going straight to Kingswood; instead, it was going to East Croydon; from where it's possible to change to get to Purley.

5:00 PM I caught the train from East Croydon going to Purley.

5:30 PM At Purley station I saw that all trains to Kingswood had been cancelled. I was told by the staff that if I went to Kingswood; there would be no return train back home, again; and, also, no return bus.

I decided to go back home. Purley > East Croydon > Streatham Common...where I had chained my bike up. From Streatham Common I rode back home.

7:30 PM I phoned my cousin June to say that she could come and visit us to deliver presents.

8:30 PM Cousin June came and delivered her presents; but, to the wrong door; no 88; instead, of no 92! So, I had to go out there -with a torch shining- in order to discover which house the wrong presents had been delivered at; then, pick up the presents and bring them back home. I then had to write a note explaining to the people who live at 88 that by accident a Christmas card had been dropped inside of the wrong door; so, please, if you find the card deliver it to 92.




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